I Told Moon About You.
I told moon about you,
I told her about your smile,
and about your laugh,
and how contagious it is,
it sparkles my eyes,
and soothes my heart.
I told moon about you,
I told her about your face,
sculpted so slowly,
that I find it flawless,
Or how often I think about that
mole which is placed at perfect
place, right where your dimple crease.
I told moon about you,
I told her about your heart,
bigger than the whole sky,
always having so much love,
for whatever or whoever comes in your life.
I told moon about you,
though moon didn’t replied,
but as I was talking about you,
wind gently blew, and stars twinkled bit more,
as if agreeing with me,
that you are the one.
©Mira Kairos
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Some people know which strings to pull, and how hard they would to keep you around. Some people know how to push the right amount of you to be comfortable enough to let your guard down. Funny how sometimes, that some people, is me.
-- A.A.
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Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates, so I guess all the rumors are true, you know I love a London boy. And now I love high tea, stories from uni, and the West End. You can find me in the pub, we are watching rugby with his school friends, show me a gray sky, a rainy cab ride. Babe, don't threaten me with a good time, they say home is where the heart is.
You know I love a London boy, I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon. He likes my American smile, like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you.
(A🩵)
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Agony is a particular type of pain: the word exists to describe a type of grief that destroys your sense of identity. The type of pain that leaves you asking yourself "who am I now that everything happened?", that makes you wander in search of anything that can remind you of yourself.
- Unknown.
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I’m not scared of my demons
What’s the worst they could do?
I’ve made friends with the monster inside me
So boo fucking hoo
We’re all a little bit broken, fucked up inside
We’re all bound by hope and destroyed by pride
I’m not scared of the darkness
I’m used to it by now
I’m not scared of being broken, or abject rejection
I’ve spent forever being unloved
This miserable experience, this existential dread
This fear of life ending is just like going to bed..
I’m not scared of tomorrow, the future is bleak
I’m not scared of being old, I’m not scared of being weak
I’ve shed inhibitions, I’ve shattered the dreams
I’ve dried up the tears, I’ve muffled the screams
So don’t try to get inside my head, you’ll end up all twisted and lost
Don’t you dare call my bluff when you don’t understand the cost
Sit down my darling, sip on your drink
Raise a toast to being here today, and let me live on the brink
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